User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-1298206-20111105043502/@comment-25220117-20111228200241

The room is filled with rowdy laughter and drunken shouts, ragged corsairs and searats drinking to their bloody careers, money-hungry creatures playing cards and dice, and even a small ring of searats betting and gambling over the winner in a wrestling match at the end of the room, calling advice to their preferred fighter, and just ahead of the ferret, a small gang of creatures, many of them Captains and Ship's officers, conversing in whispers amongst eachother